Eleven Forty PM TitanicA Poem by Will NeillThis is a poem I wrote to accompany a short story of the same name. Eleven Forty Pm
(Titanic)
‘ Diamond
sky reflection tranquil water held A silent beast in
waiting for the metropolis of the dead Four eyes that failed to see
its secret hidden form Until iron and steel
kissed its cheek and a scar was born Teeth bared the wakened
monster wailed, with vengeance in its soul It scorned the mighty
city retribution then its goal Beneath the tears of god it left a
wound that could not heal No amount of arrogance might
its anger now appease So it swallowed up the
city and some of those within Down into its belly for an eternity of sin Those it left in its
tainted wake will not forget its eyes Forever they will talk
about her legendary cries Monuments will be created
and tender prayers are said About a silent beast in
waiting for the metropolis of the dead’
Will Neill 2017 © 2017 Will NeillAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWill Neillbelfast, United KingdomAboutWill Neill is an award winning Irish author, poet and amateur musician; Born in Belfast in the late fifties. Will has established himself as a prolific writer all over the world for both his prose and.. more..Writing
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